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Hello, Found Object Poets and Poetry Friday people. We have family visiting today, so my friend, the poet Michael Ratcliffe, is guest hosting. While you’re visiting Mike’s new blog, be sure to check out his just-published book of poems, SHARDS OF BLUE.

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You will find the Day 26 Found Object Poem Project post at Mike’s blog, MICHAEL RATCLIFFE’S POETRY. Mike contributed the deer’s skull that we wrote about last Friday — I know that was a great prompt for many of us! Thank you for that photograph and for hosting today’s prompt and responses, Mike.

 

 

 

 

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DAY 27 FOUND OBJECT PROMPT (February 27)

I’ll see you back here tomorrow for Day 27. You can leave your Day 26responses at this post or in the comments at Mike’s blog.

15 responses to “2016 Found Object Poem Project: Day 26 – Poetry Friday”

  1. Laura,

    I posted Day 26 at Mike’s blog. I redesigned the image to suit my purposes for writing the poem, Cardboard Art. You can find Day 26 poem at http://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2016/02/poetry-potpourri.html.

    Here it is without the digital image I created.

    recycled refuse
    -slashed, stacked, stored
    curbside cardboard collage-
    artsy artisan gallery show
    preview on trash day
    ©CVarsalona, 2016

    I also am submitting my poems for Days 2 and 3 that you can also find in the same blog post, Poetry Potpourri at http://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2016/02/poetry-potpourri.html.

    I am going to link the digital compositions to you.

    Market Day

    Summer’s a’coming!
    Vegetables galore-
    fresh riped-pick
    not from the store.

    Foods I adore!
    ©CVarsalona, 2016

    Wonder

    Clusters
    of neon balls
    hanging
    in mid air
    waiting
    for the
    human touch
    to flick
    them
    away.
    ©CVarsalona, 2016

    I am delighted to be caught up now. Thanks for all of the fun so far.

  2. Laura, I am posting Day 27’s offering at http://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2016/02/celebrating-writing.html. I created digital composition for the image with the poem embedded. I will send you it via a tweet but the shortcut to it is here.

    Moss-covered ruins,
    aching with age,
    tumble through time.
    Architects wonder.
    Designers plan,
    Writers clear paths
    with their words.
    ©Carol Varsalona, 2016

    • Molly Hogan says:

      Carol–Wow! I just read your poem after submitting mine, and was struck by how the picture resonated similarly for both of us. I love your line “tumble through time”.

  3. Molly Hogan says:

    I blogged about my poem for Day 28, but here’s the acrostic without the background process:
    Allium
    A burgeoning bud
    Lollipops into the sky
    Launches into an
    Illuminated
    Umbel
    Making merry in the garden

  4. Diane Mayr says:

    Day 27

    Granite Speaks of Eternity

    We thought we were given our
    own eternity by quarrymen who
    released us from mountains
    that held us prisoner.

    Builders hauled and lifted
    and fit us into works
    of architectural magnificence
    decorated by masters of art.

    Surely, we would honor man and
    ourselves by lasting forever.
    Then along came the Bryophytes
    reducing our dreams to dust.

  5. Mary Lee Hahn says:

    (I left Day 26 at Mike’s blog)

    Day 27

    every life
    (hopefully softened by moss)
    becomes rubble

    ©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015

  6. Molly Hogan says:

    Here’s my day 26 entry, inspired by the jaunty sun in the cardboard stack. I’ll also post it at Mike’s blog.

    Arriving in Puerto Rico
    We tipped our faces to the sun
    heads like bobbing buds
    on slender neck stalks.
    Warmth seeped into our bones,
    flushing our cheeks
    petal-pink.

    Each morning
    we moved into daylight
    instinctively leaning
    toward the sun.
    Phototropic
    in the tropics.

  7. Molly Hogan says:

    And onto Day 27–

    Ruins

    Within an eternity of arches
    Moss masses
    on tumbled marble
    and time marches on

  8. Linda Baie says:

    Day 27

    the word ‘ruin’
    softened by moss –
    spring deceit

    Linda Baie ©All Rights Reserved

  9. Donna Smith says:

    Day 27
    Marble Arches

    What once was lofty white and pure
    That all thought would so long endure
    Became eroded and unsure
    This ostentatious entryway
    Became just ruins in the way;
    In days gone by they stood above
    Each block fitting like a glove
    To house many a city dove
    City dove
    City dove
    House many a city dove
    Marble arches

    In paths they lie upon the ground
    As if in hunt they had been downed
    Becoming stilled, no echoed sound
    Wearing hides of green and brown
    Those marble arches fallen down
    Would that we could just recrown
    Just recrown
    Just recrown
    Would that we could just recrown
    Marble arches.

    ©2016, Donna JT Smith, all rights reserved

    Couldn’t resist a bit of London Bridges falling at stanzas’ ends…

  10. In Antigua

    Earthy scents rise
    from crumbled ruins,
    roots reclaim the glories
    of civilization,
    brought from an old world
    imposed on a new world.
    Moss cares not about conqueror
    or conquered,
    religion or culture,
    order or plan.
    It spills over columns
    and stones,
    churches and temples,
    liberating all.

    ©Buffy Silverman

  11. Do not give up on me. I’m back. I sat with this image for a short time before this poem came to me. I worry when I don’t respond, so today I am happy to be back with a poem of hope.

    In the graveyard of buildings
    stone becomes mulch
    for grass and weeds.

    Nature does what it does best–
    continues to grow
    renew relive.

    I walk among the fallen stone
    peek behind the bolder
    see a hidden nest.

    Yes, there is new life
    everywhere.
    Just look!

  12. Molly, I see what you mean about our similar pathways. Today’s image has brought up wonderful lines by all writers to compliment the image. What a great writing community we have that can be joyful over each others’ words and providing the support to continue to write with zest.

  13. Laura, Day 28’s offering is at http://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2016/02/spring-is-in-air.html. I have a digital composition and a ditty song for today plus a piece on digital safety for Margaret Simon’s DigiLit Sunday community.

  14. I feel like it’s meaningful that so many focused on the moss–I mean, it’s front and center, but from a prevailing point of view perhaps not the main idea–and yet most poems placed the moss front and center. A wonderful photo!

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Laura Shovan

Laura Shovan is the author of the award-winning middle grade novel, The Last Fifth Grade of Emerson Elementary. Her second book, Takedown, is a Junior Library Guild and PJ Our Way selection. Look for A Place at the Table, co-written with Saadia Faruqi, in 2020. Laura is a poet-in-the-schools Maryland.

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